Chapitre 12: Chapter 12: The Little Devil is Back
Ding! Detected that the host is drunk. Soul skill level +1.
Congratulations to the host! Soul power level has reached 50. Successfully promoted to Soul King!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the fifth spirit ring!
Congratulations to the host for acquiring the fifth spirit ability!
A series of system notifications rang in Lu Yuan's head as he stirred from his drunken slumber.
"Hmm… another breakthrough?" Lu Yuan muttered as he stumbled to his feet. "That royal tribute wine really packs a punch. I'll have to ask Xiao Xuexue for a few more jars later."
He opened his system panel and reviewed his progress.
Name: Lu Yuan
Level: 50
*Martial Soul: *
Spirit Rings: Purple (2200), Purple (3250), Purple (5330), Black (18350), Black (20000)
First Soul Skill (Surge): 70% increase in all attributes
Second Soul Skill (Broken Air Slash): Quick sword strikes with nine powerful slashes.
Third Soul Skill (Sword Array): Generates a sword array that traps enemies and deals blade damage.
Fourth Soul Skill (Sword·Will): Sword intent burns, temporarily boosting attack.
Fifth Soul Skill (Feng Chen Jue Nian Zhan): Transform into Sword Qi and teleport a short distance.
Soul Bones: Dark Evil Phoenix left arm bone (48700), Blasting power right arm bone (31150)
Left Arm Soul Bone Skill (Dark Fire): Sword Qi forms dark flame.
Right Arm Soul Bone Skill (Earth Slash): Generates a powerful Soul Power Sword and releases a forward slash.
"Feng Chen Jue Nian Zhan, huh? I'll have to test it out," Lu Yuan said to himself. He had been itching for a real fight, but at Tiandou Royal Academy, most people ran away before he could even unsheathe his sword.
"What a bunch of cowards," he muttered, taking another swig from his wine jar. "Gulp, gulp, gulp…"
Just then, Ning Rongrong burst through the door, a bright smile lighting up her face.
"Lu Yuan Big Brother!" she called out. Without warning, she planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Look!" she exclaimed, spinning around in excitement. In her hand, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared, glowing with dazzling, nine-colored light that filled the room with brilliance.
"Lu Yuan Big Brother, can you count how many floors my Martial Soul has now?"
"One, two… seven, eight…" Lu Yuan began counting, but the spinning towers in his vision made him dizzy.
"One, two… ugh, it's too hard! These towers are spinning too fast," he complained, taking another sip of wine.
"I know! It's the ninth floor! You ate that flower," Lu Yuan suddenly remembered, grinning.
Ning Rongrong nodded eagerly. "You knew all along!" she said, her voice filled with admiration. After eating the Qiluo Tulip that Lu Yuan had given her, her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—a transformation that could change her entire destiny.
For the first time in history, the limitations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda were broken. Ning Rongrong now had the potential to become the first-ever Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Title Douluo on the continent. It felt like a dream to her.
Her spirit power had also surged, reaching the level of a Soul Sovereign. Now, she only needed one more spirit ring.
"Lu Yuan Big Brother, let's go back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I want to surprise my dad!" she said excitedly.
"Alright, alright, let me put on my shoes first," Lu Yuan mumbled.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The news of Lu Yuan's return spread like wildfire through the sect, and the reaction was immediate: panic.
"Have you heard? The little devil is coming back!"
"Of course I've heard! I've been dreading it all day!"
"I'm trying to find a way to get sent out on a mission—anything to stay away from him!"
"You won't escape it. You might as well stay in the sect and keep your head down."
As the disciples scurried about, their faces grim, memories of Lu Yuan's past escapades haunted them. Even though the sect had tried to keep what happened years ago under wraps, the stories had circulated. Lu Yuan had injured Sword Douluo back then, and while the full details were concealed, everyone knew that this "little devil" was no ordinary student.
In the main hall, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin (Sword Douluo), and Gu Rong (Bone Douluo) were gathered to discuss the impending arrival.
"Rongrong and Lu Yuan will be back tomorrow," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.
"Humph!" Chen Xin snorted, clearly not as excited.
"Chenxin, why are you still holding a grudge? Lu Yuan left the sect because of you. He sacrificed his place here to spare your feelings," Gu Rong reminded him.
Chen Xin glared. "I didn't need his pity! I'm Sword Douluo. I don't need anyone sacrificing anything for me!"
The memory of Lu Yuan's Martial Soul awakening still burned in Chen Xin's mind. That day had been like no other. When Lu Yuan's Martial Soul appeared, the entire atmosphere had shifted, black clouds gathering, and a sinister energy radiating from the boy. Lu Yuan had attacked Chen Xin, seemingly losing control, and that moment had left a lasting scar.
"Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone is right," Ning Fengzhi added gently. "What happened back then wasn't Lu Yuan's fault. He's suffered a lot over the years because of it. The disciples in the sect treated him like an outcast, and aside from Rongrong, he didn't have a single friend here."
"In truth, it's the sect—and I myself—that failed him."
Gu Rong nodded. "Lu Yuan saved Rongrong's life, and he deserves better."
They all remembered the day when a three-year-old Ning Rongrong had fallen from the mountain. When they arrived, Lu Yuan was covered in blood, shielding her from danger. The corpses of fire wolves lay around him, and though he was gravely injured, he had saved her.
"I've thought about this for years," Gu Rong continued. "Lu Yuan's Martial Soul is… dangerous. The way it behaved that day, attacking Chen Xin… do you think—"
Before he could finish, Chen Xin slammed his hand down on the table.
"Gu Rong, do you realize what kind of trouble those words could bring to Lu Yuan?" Chen Xin growled. "Say it again, and I'll deal with you myself."
He stormed out of the hall, his temper flaring.
"That old man may not want to admit it, but he cares about Lu Yuan more than anyone," Gu Rong chuckled, sharing a knowing glance with Ning Fengzhi.
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